The beat generation attracts me like no other artistic movement. Although I never got to read On the Road by Jack Kerouac. Darn. None the less is a film version very interesting. But what were they thinking? One hundred and forty minutes of car travel and talk, without so much as a single creative cut. Without reading the book, I think they presented it as precisely as possible without taking liberties with the story. But liberties is exactly what you need to take to appreciate beat poetry. However, it is wonderful to see Viggo Mortensen in a character so close to my image of the hero William S. Burroghs, and Steve Buscemi buying sex from the boys. Sam Riley‘s voice is wonderfully rough (remember Control) to the somewhat careful main character, and there is some nice photo. Still in the end you wait for them to stop driving and start reciting cool poems with drums. That never happens. Instead, they emphazise the fates of the women left behind by the running character, despite the troublemaker numero uno is more of a well-behaving Montessori boy compared to what our contemporary fellows do to their spouses. View Howl if you want to know more about Beat. And I promise to read the book.